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| Two bikes, Two cities, 1200 kilometers, One goal: change the world by teaching kids to read |
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| Emotional highs and lows on the Friendship Highway |
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| Emotion: Watched Wherever we went, we were the focal point of everyone's attention. Sometimes it was fun, other times it got a bit much. But there was always a feeling of mutal wonder... One night, we set up camp outside a woman's house, sheilded from the wind by some walls. I sat down to write in my journal next to our bikes and tent. The next thing I knew, I was surrounded by half a dozen locals watching me write. I read out loud what I was writing - as much to amuse them as to make me more relaxed. |
| Emotion: Relaxation For two nights in Nepal, we stayed in a small camp that was in the most beautiful of locations. Right next to a river, in the mountains. There were other people there who were whitewater rafting and such. We were just there to relax for a day and take some time off the bike, letting ourselves heal, reading a book in the grass (hadn't seen grass for awhile!) and washing our clothes. |
| Emotion: ? TAt the finish, it's hard to say how we felt. Accomplishment? Relief? Sore? Happy? Sad? It was all there, tangled up in tired legs and wide eyes. Whats for sure, we felt like we never had before. And we felt glad to have shared it with each other, you all, and the kids we did it for. |
| Emotion: Everything After so long in the brown and dirt of Tibet, with the thin air and cold, we were starving for some life. Dropping down into Nepal, from snowstorms in Nylam, was overpowering. Suddenly, we were around flowing water and trees and grass and smells and color and wet, thick air and animals and, and, and... |
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